Breaking the Bubble

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65140157101924185982009-10-31T05:23:27.248-04:00Breaking the Bubble"Breaking the Bubble" was one of those ideas born in the middle of the night, when I should have been sleeping. It is, more or less, a blog that follows along my journey as I break out of the comfortable bubble I was raised in and try and make it in the real world. It might be funny, it might be boring, it might be happy, it might be sad, it will more than likely be all of those and more. But above all else, it will be a learning experience. At least for me.Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-65023794899495198432009-03-05T15:39:00.002-05:002009-03-05T16:01:19.257-05:00Still Sucking (AT LIFE)

Well, shit. I all but abandoned this now didn't I. Not that it matters, since no one reads it, but I think writing it was sort of therapeutic for me. So I'm going to try and start updating more regularly again.Lets see, quick update on my life. Well, I'm pretty miserable right now. I think Barbie and I are officially no longer friends (because of something STUPID, but, well, I think we've already

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-52028628636327675612008-10-15T13:19:00.002-04:002008-10-15T13:27:16.027-04:00Home Sweet Empty

It's really stupid and childish how I'm STILL dwelling on the move, and it makes my mom really upset, but I can't freaking help it. I was completely in love with my house and my neighborhood. When I think, I still think in terms of my house. Like you say something about "my room" and I imagine my room in the house. And I was thinking about having a New Years party again and I was imagining

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-94343435321485552008-10-06T16:02:00.003-04:002008-10-06T16:18:48.964-04:00Still Alive, and Still Whiny

Its been a long ass time and I don't really have a legitimate excuse, considering I have been doing NOTHING with my life. I still don't have a job, I decided to take this semester off from school entirely (dumb) so I do very little. Its terrible.Taking this semester off of classes has been both a great and awful decision. Its awful because I'm miserable and I miss school like crazy. But its great

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-50255235297732760142008-07-17T18:24:00.001-04:002008-07-17T18:24:37.819-04:00Whining

The only thing I have to say right now is I HATE THIS STUPID MOVE.

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-29292039890739600532008-07-14T11:32:00.003-04:002008-07-14T12:11:18.624-04:00More Love, and More Money

So my mother took pity on poor little me and bought me a tank of gas. She figured I could use a little relaxation--I didn't mention to her that I wasn't sure how relaxing the weekend could be with Dumbass there.As far as things with Dumbass, they got worse before they got better. But they did get better--a lot better. We made up Friday morning, and actually ended up spending most of Friday night

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-16143880575986474592008-07-09T13:05:00.003-04:002008-07-09T13:18:20.496-04:00Love and Money

Well the good news is everything worked out fine with Barbie and Skipper and Dumbass and crew.The bad news is I'm still poor.I currently have four dollars, and no gas, and I'm in need of some things too. I'm also trying to make a visit down to the other side of the state this weekend, to see my friend Chopstick. She moved down there basically permanently for school, and she wants me to come see

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-48405319258570920202008-07-06T16:08:00.002-04:002008-07-06T16:47:15.258-04:00Being Poor is Ruining My Life

Being poor is ruining my life.Okay, so maybe I'm being a little melodramatic, but really. I'm pretty sure one of my best friends, we'll call her Barbie, is mad at me right now, for a stupid situation that stems almost entirely from my lack of dough. Her and our friend other friend, we'll call her Skipper, work together at a place like I dunno, 20 or 30 minutes from the house. So anyway after I

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-72059135805184797042008-07-03T11:04:00.002-04:002008-07-03T11:05:12.885-04:00I Haven't Died (Yet)

I haven't written in a few days because I've been crazy busy with finals...And I dont actually have time to write right now either, I just felt the need to update.Til later!

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-84147054964327032632008-06-29T13:30:00.005-04:002008-06-29T13:38:15.556-04:00Money may not buy happiness, but it can buy Hope.

I know no one reads this but on the off chance someone comes across it, I wanted to post this.Suicide awareness is something that is incredibly important to me. I suffer from fairly severe depression, and its something I've struggled with for a very long time. But no matter how much I want to give up, I could never take my own life, because I know what its like to be on the other side of the

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-85839786016484228052008-06-26T19:34:00.002-04:002008-06-27T02:41:43.165-04:00What Was I Saying? Oh Yeah...Nothing

This whole finding a job thing is the BIGGEST pain in my ass, geesh. And its all becoming complicated in light of recent events. Everyone pretty much figured we wouldnt sell the house til the end of the summer or something, but we did and now my mom's new place is available July 1 and we have to be out of the house by like the 25th or something, which is terrifying. And my mom seems to be under

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-31019989184881577472008-06-25T20:18:00.004-04:002008-06-26T12:07:49.689-04:00The World is a Weird Place

I knew my math class was going to suck when I picked up my book from the bookstore and it had a picture of a cow standing in front of a metro car on it. Not only that, but the metro car had math equations and symbols "graffiti'd" all over it. Two words immediately sprang to mind: Oh. God.And don't even try and tell me I "shouldn't judge a book by its cover." Not only is that not even remotely

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-70960807746480371922008-06-24T01:31:00.003-04:002008-06-24T02:27:33.392-04:00No Use Crying Over Spilled Education

So I started crying in the middle of the restaurant at dinner tonight. It was kind of embarrassing. I wasn't like bawling though, so I don't think that too many people noticed.My mom and I were talking about the future, and what I'm going to do and I just got so upset I couldn't hold it in. And let me tell you I'm not really the crying type. I just felt so upset with myself, for screwing things

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-58595314997762452952008-06-22T20:31:00.005-04:002008-11-19T01:03:28.147-05:00Home is Where....Where is It?

There they are, the two most dreaded words in my life right now. Laid out in bold red letters. The house is, essentially, sold.We've lived in this house since I was barely two years old. Its the only home I've really ever known. I've been fighting the sale the entire way but of course I dont have any real say. With my parents split up it doesn't make much sense for my mom to live there alone--or

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-5027835893472610772008-06-22T02:53:00.003-04:002008-06-24T02:28:37.805-04:00How NOT to Do the Dishes

So I just recently learned that the scrubber thing we have had in our sink for the past year or two is NOT one of the ones that you put dish soap in the handle and it goes into the sponge head part when you scrub the dishes. I thought my mom was going to pass out she was laughing so hard. Embarrassing.But I mean, in my defense, there IS cap on the end of the handle that screws off. So its

Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07606070242354928770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514015710192418598.post-20164065109400632662008-06-21T23:13:00.002-04:002008-06-22T01:03:00.451-04:00In the Beginning, There Was Money

I suppose I should start at the beginning.It was a dark and stormy night (no really, it was). I was born to a happily married couple, living in the comfortable suburbs outside of Washington, DC. Life progressed, and though I was kept mostly unaware of my family's financial status, it was a nice life. A very nice life.We weren't rich by any means, but there has never been a moment in my life where

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